The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-11
THE FIACRE MYSTERY.
A Paris Physicians Horrible
Discovery.
Translated. Cincinnati Enquirer. J

At the doctors summons the con-
cierge ran into the street bewlldered
shivering, and buttoning his waistcoat
No he ran.
Pierre" cried the doctor, madame
has been taken i'll in the carriage;
quick. help me to remove her."
Mon Dieu! Monsieur lie DOCTOR is it
serious?"
II can not tell hope not; but enter
the door on the other side, raise her in
your arms-there-t is right; now
advance care oftly-let me help
YOU" and Pascal, lifting the supple and
still warm body of his wife in his arms
staggered TO the steps. lie walked like
a man in dream. not yet realizing
what had happened The blow had
been so unexpected his heart felt ms il
squeezed in vse. Nevertheless, he
would snatch Christine from death
there was yet time and the hope OF
rcsuscitating her-the hope OF the
physician-ovcrpowered the agony OF
the husband.
"Shall wait, monsieur lie doctor?'
cried the driver of the liacre
Yes" answered Pascal; wait; l
shall have need CT you.
The concierge having already rung
the bell, the chambermaid was waiting
at the door to receive them. She utter
ed a cry of terror rs she saw the
strange procession, but her master
hushed her stcrnly.
mo noise" said he, ''if you please.
but light me to your mistress chamber,
open the door, and help me to undress
her.
PLACING HIS BURDEN UPON THE BED,
Pascal, still like man in dream,
looked about the apartment. The fire
smoldered in the CRATE. and gentle
warmth filled the room. A reading
lamp, covered with rose-colored
shade, stood beside the bed. Familiar
perfumes wer, in the air. Upon the
coverlet of the lounge lay the night
dress, an airy fabric OF lace and muslin.
waiting for the body of its mistress, and
that mistress
My God! My Godl What does it
meanp" groaned Pascal, hoarsely, and
with n GESTURE of despair he turned to
the task before him.
"Waken JUSTIN he said to the con-
ciege standing directly upon the
threshold; tell him to start the kitchen
fire and TO heat water and irons; and
you, Pierre, take the carriage which
waits below and drive as fast as posi-
bic TO the house of Dr. Audrit, q Rue
d Astorg. Tell HIM to come to me ut
once-without dclay-do you under
stand?"
"Yes, monsieur lie doctor, perfectly,
and 90 Immediately"
A few minutes later the furious roll.
ing of the liacre was heard in the street.
its wheels fairly bounding over the
frozen and irregular pavement.
The time to act had came. Pascal
approached the bed and stopped above
his wife. whom rs We. he had scarcely
looked upon. He was terrified at the
sight. The face was the color of wax,
the nostrils pinch, d, the lips discolored
and drawn, the eyes with dark circles
beneath them and wide open in CLASSY
stare.
1.-THE appearance of Madam fright
ems me" murmured the chambermaid
tearfully. Pascal motoned her to be
silent. Placing his hand upon the
breast he found that the heart had
ceased to beat. Quick" he cried.
make haste and undress herr" and
leaving the maid to diyest her OF her
clothing, he ran to has cabinet to pre-
pare what was necessary. Then began
AN ARDENT AND DESPERATE STRUGGLE,
Pursued with an energy almost savage.
Limitations of ammonia, tinctures and
acids upon the temples and hands,
violent revulsives upon the heart, hot
irons 10 the feet and pit of the stom-
ach; in short, all that science could do
in similar case he did, try ling them
again and again, determined, persist
ent. undiscouraged.
Opening the clenched teeth by the
aid of a dilater he poured into the
mouth drop by drop glassful Of the
strongest brandy. All his efforts were
in vain Not the slightest symptom of
life could he produce. Gluing his lips
10 that silent month. the icy GOODNESS
Of which froze him to the bone, rs II he
would send his own soul into the hap
less body he breathcd long draughts of
air into the exhausted lungs, at the
same time alternately pressing and re-
leasing the chest in an effort 10 re-es-
tablish respiration. To find out the re-
suit of this last effort he held a mirror
to Christine's lips. The glass remain
ed rs clear as crystal. She was dead
really dead-and at last he began to
believe it.
His strength gone and drenched with
pcrspiration from the fury with which
he had pursued his work he fell into
chair by the side of the bed, a prey TO
the bittcrest grief.